~Memoirs~

A gentle, cool breeze creeped in through the open glass windows and played with my hair. I lounged in an easy chair flipping through a book while the FM radio played in the background. It was a perfect summer morning and I could smell the raw mangoes on the tree that stood across the street from my room. Soft fluffy clouds floated in the sky as the sun climbed. Ahmedabad June 2005. Soon the temperatures would soar to a 120oF where even the air is parched and blows around as if in search to dampen itself. But now everything was peaceful and cool and even the wind was happy blowing around playing with my hair.
::. That moment was my seventh heaven: I was blissfully content, without a care in the world. My mind wandered around as the wind played with the pages of my book: ruffling them here and there. I thought back to my past: my friends, my school life, the laughter,secrets whispered, old crushes, ice creams and chocolates, cranking up the speakers and dancing to the tune when O-Humdum Soniyo Re came on. --It was as though I was standing in the future with my past around me-creating a play that seemed real, touchable, and so re-enterable. I wanted to go back in there so desperately. I so wanted to relive those times again. But I couldn’t. As everything had changed. Friends were gone, school-life existed no more, and O-Humdum Soniyo Re rarely came back on. And worst of all: there was nobody to dance with.
That day in my easy chair, I reflected of all these things and missed them. Granted, I knew nothing would be the same anymore when I came back home after being away for 2 years but somehow, I wanted it to be that way. I wanted to go back to that existence which was so untroubled and where I ruled and life in general was so unperturbed.
Just as the geese fly south in winter,
I've somewhere to go or some goal that needs to be reached.
I guess I'll never be as carefree again,
Just as it was when I was a kid.